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Boston, Mass., U. S. A. 


SEP 30 1920 


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WHAT’S IN THIS BOOK 


I. 

The Squirrel Tail .... 

II 

11. 

Roly-Poly Mogfoot .... 

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III. 

The Dirt Eater 

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IV. 

The Little Mischief .... 

16 

V. 

Fight Instead of Fun 

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VI. 

Splutter-Splashed Eggs . 

19 

VIL 

Inky Insides 

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VIII. 

Kindergarden Polly .... 

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IX. 

The Co-nun-drum 

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X. 

The Monkey and the Monkey- 



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XL 

Toting a Tot 

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XII. 

Runaway Polly 

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XIII. 

The Big Blue Ocean Afloat . 

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XIV. 

Aunt Primilla ..... 

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XV. 

The Crabby Crab 

35 

XVI. 

Fishes Money 

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XVII. 

The Escalator 

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XVIII. 

Daddy's Welcome Home . 

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XIX. 

The Soldiers Marching By . 

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XX. 

The Mogfoot Picnic .... 

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XXL 

The Rude Cat 

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XXII. 

Miss Molly Poole 

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NOW, THEN— 

If you take my advice you will eat bread and 
milk or — if you can get it — ice cream, before 
going to bed, and not mince pie or plum pudding ! 

I didn’t take my own advice one night and ate 
a lot of mince pie before going to bed, and I had 
the funniest kind of a dream. I dreamed that 
I was tied tight on my back and a long string 
of feet, just feet, were walking all over me — 
no heads or bodies on them, mind you, just feet, 
oh lots of them, foot after foot, tramping over 
me, like: 

Catfoots 

Ratfoots 

Bearfoots 

Harefoots 

Monkeyfoots 

Donkeyfoots 

Chipmuckfoots 

WOODCHUCKFOOTS 

Frogfoots 
Mogfoots . . . 

“Mogfoots,” *‘mogfoots,” what are mogfoots? 
Why, don’t you know what mogfoots are ? 
Didn’t your mother ever say to you, “Mog along 
— mog along,” and if so, didn’t you, being of 
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course a good little boy or girl, mind your mother 
and go? And if you went didn't you use your 
feet and mog along? And if so, weren't your 
feet mogfoots, just as much as the cat's, or the 
rat's, or the monkey's, or the donkey's? Of 
course they were. And so the feet of little boys 
and girls are “mogfoots." And of course the 
feet of their daddies and mothers are mogfoots 
too, only bigger and, I am bound to say, probably 
not so pretty. 

So “Mogfoots" is just another name for 
everybody's feet. And judging from the number 
of them I saw in my dream I concluded that 
the whole 

Mogfoot Family 

were out for a walk. And that set me to 
thinking what kind of folks these particular 
mogfoots were and what they were doing; and 
what I thought about them I am telling you in 
these rhymes. And if you don't like them I 
shall be disappointed. 


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I. 

THE SQUIRREL TAIL 

Old Mr. Mogfoot, 

Out for a walk, 

Met a little boy and girl 
And heard them talk; 

Said the little girl, 

As she shook her little curl, 
“YouTe-a-very-naughty-boy 
To kill the pretty squirrel!” 

Said the little boy. 

Looking very coy, 

“You shall be my sweetheart 
If you do not cry, 

And wear his tail upon your hat 
And make a squirrel pie I” 


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II. 

ROLY-POLY MOGFOOT 

Roly-Poly Mogfoot, 

Broad as he was long, 

Sometimes he did what was right 
And sometimes what was wrong; 
Sometimes he minded his mama, 

And oftentimes he wouldn’t. 

And so sometimes she loved him much 
And other times she couldn’t! 


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III. 

THE DIRT EATER 

Little Honey Mogfoot, 
Naughty mischief elf, 

Stole away downstairs one time 
All by himself; 

And dug his dimpled fingers 
Into the flower pot, 

And mussed his dress. 

And splotched his face 
With dirt — and ate a lot ! 


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IV. 

THE LITTLE MISCHIEF 

And then again another day, 

When he was out of sight, 

Stole daddy Mogfoot's pocketbook. 
Which surely was not right; 

He pulled out all the papers 
And threw them on the floor — 
And he will get a spanking 
If he does it any more! 


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FIGHT INSTEAD OF FUN 

Mrs. Mama Mogfoot 
Went down town to shop, 
She bought a ball 
She bought a doll 
And bought a humming top; 
At home, each little Mogfoot 
Wanted every one — 

So quickly they began to fight 
Instead of having fun! 


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SPLUTTER-SPLASHED EGGS 

Little Polly Mogfoot 
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In her apron held up high 
Above her chubby legs; 

She stubbed her moggy toes, 

And tore her toggy clothes, 

And broke the eggs to splutter-splash. 
And had a deal of woes! 


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INKY INSIDES 

Little Honey Mogfoot — 

Why, what do you think — 

One morning in his mischief 
He drank a drink of ink! 

When Polly Mogfoot saw it 
Right loudly then she cried, 
Because she knew that he would be 
All black all down inside ! 


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KINDERGARDEN POLLY 


Little Polly Mogfoot 
To kindergarden goes, 

In basket hat, 

And kid gloved hands. 

And all her pretty clothes; 

She learns to work. 

She learns to play. 

And learns to be polite; 

And to be kind. 

And how to mind. 

And comes home every night 


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THE CO-NUN-DRUM 

All the little Mogfoots 
Were sitting on the grass, 

Daddy told a co-nun-drum 
And asked them all to guess; 

“If a pollywog 
Is a baby frog 
And a baby frog 
Is a pollywog, 

Why does a frog 
Jump off the log 
Into the water 
And crawl under a bog?” 
And then each little Mogfoot 
Looked very wondrous wise, 

And scratched his little noodle 
And bulged his bulbous eyes, 

And looked for all the world 
Just like a frenzied poet — 

But think as hard as they eould think 
Not one of them could do it! 


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X. 


THE MONKEY AND THE MONKEYMAN 

All the little Mogfoots, 

Standing tip-a-toe 
At the chamber window 
In a raptured row, 

Harking to the organ, 

Thrilling with delight. 

Clapping hands and screaming 
At the funny sight 
Of the bespangled monkey, 

In velvet coat and cap. 

Climbing up the eavestrough 
Quicker than a cat! 

Little Honey Mogfoot 
Looks a bit dismayed, 

And clings to sister Polly — 

Who thinks she’s not afraid; 

But feels a little safer 
When, from the organ top. 

Monkey doffs his cap to thank them 
For the pennies he has got. 

Then from her post of safety 
She cries with keen delight, 

“Isn’t that a dandy 
Monkey and monkey man! 

Buy him for me daddy 
Won’t you if you can — 

Oh! such a dandy monkey. 

And dandy monkey man !” 

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“What kind-of a coat did he have on?” 
“ Twas velvet,” said her daddy. 

“And what were all the shiny spots ?” 
“Silver spangles, little laddie.” 

Should you live to be a hundred. 

And have a palace grand. 

And stand with lords and ladies 
Harking to the royal band. 

You will never be so happy 
As you are this childhood day. 

When you listen to the organman 
And clap your hands and say, 

“Oh; isn't that a dandy 
Monkey and monkey man! 

Buy him for me daddy 
Won't you if you can? 

Oh! such a dandy monkey. 

And dandy monkey man!” 


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XL 

TOTING A TOT 


Little Honey Mogfoot 
Wants his dad to tote ’im, 

Wants his dad to tote *im 
All the time! 

“Tage me, tage me,” cries he 
Stretching high his fingers. 

Springing up in daddy’s arms 
To climb. 

Then I tote ’im round the garden 
Where the honey suckles climb. 

And I tote ’im where the poppies 
Wave aloft their graceful chimes; 

And I tote ’im where the roses 
Lavish wide their rich perfumes. 

And I tote ’im where the dahlias 
Proudly show their stately blooms; 

And I tote ’im where the sunbeams 
Gleam and glint among his hair. 
Breaking through the lacey oak leaves 
Waving on the rustling air; 

And I tote ’im neath the maples 
Where the robins sing aloft, 

And I tote ’im where the pigeons 
Croon their love notes from the croft. 
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Then I tote ’im to his high chair, 
And tie on his broidered bib, 
And watch him eat his supper 
*Ere I tote 'im to his crib. 

There in his snowy nightgown 
I soothe his tired cries. 

And tote ’im off to dreamland 
Gently singing lullabies. 


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RUNAWAY POLLY 
Little Polly Mogfoot 
She ran away from home, 
Although her mother told her not 
About the streets to roam; 

And when her father got her 
And led her by the hand, 
Alooking grim and gloomy. 

And walking kind-a-grand, 

The little maid guessed rightly. 
That when she reached her ma 
She'd fair a good deal worser 
Than she had with her pa ! 

She said she didn't mean to. 

And that she sure forgot; 

But to help her to remember 
Mama spanked her on the spot. 


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XIII. 

THE BIG BLUE OCEAN AFLOAT 


All the little Mogfoots 
They to the sea shore went, 

Just to recuperate their health 
And all on pleasure bent; 

The noises of the city streets, 

And all their social cares. 

Were getting sadly on their nerves 
And turning gray their hairs ! 

So they traveled on the trolleys. 

And they traveled on the cars. 

And they traveled on the great big boat. 
Till they came down to the seaside 
And the shores of level sand 
Where all the big blue ocean was afloat. 

And there they played upon the beach. 
And dug holes in the sand. 

And gathered shells and funny things 
That drifted on the strand; 

And there they splashed the water in 
Their bathing suits uncouth 
And grew as brown as chestnuts. 

And quite renewed their youth! 


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XIV. 

AUNT PRIMILLA 


And one day Honey Mogfoot 
Was eating by himself 
In a corner of the kitchen 
Upon a little shelf. 

It was so warm and steamy there, 

The victuals were so fine, 

That Honey sure was having 
Just the wonderfulest time: — 

When — Aunt Primilla saw him! 

And forthwith set about 
To probe the situation 
And put his peace to rout. 

And first she choked around his neck 
A napkin stiff and white. 

And coldly told him that his hands 
Were an “awful looking sight”. 

Down from his chair he had to go 
And wash them in the sink — 

But Honey wasn’t eating up 
His hands! and could not think 

What possiblest difference 
It possibly could make 
With his bowl of juicy apple sauce 
And piece of Johnnie cake. 

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Then Aunt Primilla cautioned him 
To spread the butter thin, 

And not to spread the jam so thick, 
And wipe it off his chin. 

And not to eat his food so fast. 
And chew it just a little — 

Till Honey was all flustered up 
Into an awful pickle! 


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XVL 

FISHES MONEY 


Once when the tide was very low, 

And they could wade far out, 

They found a lot of flat round things 
A-scattered all about; 

And some were big as pennies are. 

And some as big as dollars. 

And all engraved with weird designs 
To puzzle all the scholars. 

“And what are these?’' with upheld hand 
Inquired little Honey; 

His daddy said — I guess he guessed — 
That that was “fishes money” ! 

“How do they get the money?” 

Little Polly Mogfoot asked, 

“By looking very sharply, and 
By swimming very fast; 

And the fish that swims the fastest. 

And works hardest with his tail, 

Is the banker in the fish world 
And never has to fail!” 


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THE ESCALATOR 

And when they were returning 
From the ocean all afloat, 

And landed in the city from 
The crowded pleasure boat, 

The Mogfoots dashed into a car 
And quickly rolled away 
Into a dark and twisty hole 
Far from the light of day; 

And quicker than Jack Rabbit 
They whirled and curled along. 

And hustled from the car again 
Into a surging throng. 

And right before them floating up 
Stood people in long rows 
Who didn’t take a single step 
Upon their moggy toes ! 

And Honey was excited. 

And Roly Poly dazed. 

While placidly upon it all 
Proud Polly calmly gazed. 

And on the sidewalk Honey cried. 

Fast clinging to his pup, 

‘^Oh, weren’t those funny, funny stairs 
That just walked us up! 

Oh, Mamma, I must go and let 
Them walk me up again!” But — 
When Mamma Mogfoot said that it 
Would cost another dime. 

Then Honey thought that he would wait 
Until another time. 

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XVIII. 

DADDY’S WELCOME HOME 


When Daddy Mogfoot trudges home 
In the afterglow at night, 

A-thinking how fatigued he is, 

And how nothing goes quite right. 

He spies upon the curbing near 
The bottom of his street. 

Two little bobbing, towseled heads. 

Four dangling, sandaled feet. 

The little heads are jabbering 
Most wondrous, wondrous things. 

And the sandaled feet and brown bare legs 
Are only restless springs. 

Ready to speed these towseled heads 
And outstretched waving hands. 

Loud heralded by happy shouts. 

To where their daddy stands ! 

And when they come a-scampering 
And screaming down the street. 

And run plump into daddy and 
Almost knock him off his feet. 

And grab into his big warm palms 
Their eager, clinging hands. 

And then begin to chatter like 
The sea gulls on the sand. 

And tell him all the wondrous things 
Which they have done the day. 

The castles they have builded. 

And the games that they have played; 

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The marvelous things they’ve done, 
And ask a hundred questions 
Fast as balls from gatling-gun; 
Why, then their daddy quite forgets 
His troubles and his care, 

And knows he has a fortune 
In this precious little pair. 


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XIX. 


THE SOLDIERS MARCHING BY 

All the little Mogfoots, 

Upon Memorial day, 

Went to see the soldiers march, 
And hear the brass band play; 

And stood with eyes of wonder 
When old soldiers tottered by. 

And conld not understand at all 
Why anyone should cry. 

When the brass band was a-playing 
And the soldiers marching by! 

Then daddy told about the wars. 
And how the soldiers fought 
And died to make our country. 

As noble freemen ought; 

And how they left their loved ones 
And their little Mogfoots, too, 

“To fight and die if need be 
For a land for me and you;” 

And how, to do them honor. 

And lest we should forget. 

The old and tottering soldiers. 

The few of them still left. 

Come once a year with flowers and 


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With flags to deck the graves 
Where the soldiers lie a-sleeping 
In the land they died to save. 

And then the little Mogfoots 
Looked very like to cry, 

When the brass band was a-playing 
And the soldiers marching by. 


XX. 

THE MOGFOOT PICNIC 


One day the Mogfoot family 
On a jolly picnic went, 

With baskets full of goodies, 

And all on pleasure bent; 

The little Mogfoots romped and ran 
Beneath the big tall trees, 

Picked handfuls of gay flowers. 

Chased butterflies and bees. 

Skipped rope along the shady trails. 
Drank water from the spring, 

And made the cool and quiet grove 
With songs and laughter ring. 

And when they got as hungry 

As a lot of little bears 

They gathered round the cakes and pies 

And clamored for their shares. 

Until their stomachs all were full. 

And their sticky fiingers, too — 

And they were very tired, and 
Did not know what to do! 

And then they made a circle 
Around a mossy rock 
And Daddy told them stories 
For an hour by the clock — 

But little Honey Mogfoot, 

Curled in his mother’s lap. 

Too comfy was, to listen long 
And took a cosy nap. 

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Came grumbling along! 

And nearly spoiled their picnic, and 
Made everything go wrong. 

It soaked down Honey's collar, 
And Polly’s ribbons gay. 

And Daddy he got kind of cross. 
And Ma had lots to say! 

They hurried home right quickly, 

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Which really was quite natural — 
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But soon they were all cosily 
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XXL 

THE RUDE CAT 


One morning Honey Mogfoot 
Was playing with the cat — 

Who was very, very hungry 
For she hadn’t had a rat 
For breakfast! 

And in one hand he held a big 
Brown piece of gingerbread — 

And kitty liked the smell of that, 
And impolitely said, 

“Meow-meow” without a “please,” 
And grabbed it with her claws. 

And scratched poor little Honey 
Which made him mad — because 
He wanted all that gingerbread 
Just for himself I 
He tried to slap the kitty. 

And stamped upon the floor — 

But kitty ran away with it 
And gobbled down some more! 

Then Honey to his Mother ran 
And told her on the cat. 

And said he’d never play with her 
Because she did like that; 

And Mother took him in her lap. 
And stroked him on the head. 

And soothed him with another great 
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MISS MOLLY POOLE 


One day Polly Mogfoot 
Was playing on the street, 

At rolling hoop and skipping rope 
With gay and nimble feet, 

When down the street came Molly Poole, 
A little maiden trim. 

Dressed in her nicest party dress 
And looking very prim. 

And Polly said “Hello, Molly”— 

But Molly didn’t answer; 

And Polly thought her very rude, 

And her conduct didn’t fancy. 

“You needn’t feel so just stuck up 
Because you look so pretty” — 

“If I should look as bad as you 
I’d think it was a pity !” 

“Well I look just as good as you,” 

Said Polly with a fling. 

“You don’t either,” said Molly Poole, 
“You’re a 'nasty little thing!” 

And Polly said she wasn’t 
And, “You are just another,” 

And Molly said she wasn’t. 

And she would tell her Mother. 

And then they called each other things 
At the top of their lungs — 

And there they both stood on the street 
A sticking out their tongues! 


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